A quick post from Mexico!

Posted 22 Feb 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category blog bidnass

I know I said I wasn’t going to be on the internet while in Mexico but I had to check in once. This trip has been…interesting to say the least. I will put it this way – I have many stories.

And ZOMG. I have been nominated for TWO blog awards? MY FIRST(s) EVER! SO excited. I shall address them when I get home.

Anyway – love you all…and I will be bloggin again soon.


A post of randomness.

Posted 17 Feb 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, blog bidnass, I am a moron, other people are morons

Considering I’ll be arriving at the airport on my way to Mexico in less than TWELVE HOURS my mind isn’t focusing very well on any one thing in particular.

A few things though:

1.) Go ahead and take a gander at a calendar. It’s been about 3.5 months since Abby was born. I still haven’t sent out baby announcements. Now you may be thinking to yourself, “No biggie, Jenna – you missed the window…just send out cute photocards for some random holiday!” And to that I would say – EXCELLENT IDEA, internets! But could you please tell me what to do with ONE HUNDRED PERSONALIZED BIRTH ANNOUNCEMENTS I HAVE SITTING IN A BOX ON MY DRESSER. I shit you not when I tell you that I already have 20 of them in stamped (not yet addressed) envelopes WITH THANK YOU NOTES for gifts given God knows when. Which brings me to my other topic. I STILL HAVEN’T MAILED THANK YOU CARDS FOR MY LAST TWO SHOWERS.

My coping mechanisms for my lack of ability to complete these tasks have been procrastination, blatant ignoring of the situation and bottles of wine.

B.) The Minnesota Twins, for whom I love deeply, sent me a nice little email today telling me they are going to take a big dump on my heart that bleeds baseball and didn’t select me for their fancy lotto in attempts at getting a ticket for the home opener in the new stadium.

At this point in my bitching I’m assuming all non-baseball fans are like, “Suck it up woman! It’s just a game!” and all my baseball fanatics are all “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY IT IS SO NOT JUST A GAME.” But I can’t be too bitter because…

7.) Oh yeah – I’m going to Mexico! ::high fives all around:: SO EXCITED. Even more excited to know that this year’s trip and henceforth massive tequila consumption won’t be interrupted by something I peed on. Speaking of Abby – she’ll be staying with the in-laws so mommy and daddy being wasted won’t require a call to CPS or whatever Mexico’s equivalent is.

I was going to wrap it up there, but since this just happened:

  • Dear CNN.com Breaking News alerts emails: Thank you SO MUCH for telling me who won the Women’s Downhill gold medal! As you know, this isn’t being broadcast for viewing UNTIL TONIGHT. So essentially you’ve ruined my evening. I politely offer you my middle finger.
  • PROGRAMMING NOTE: Since I’m going on vacation and ::GASP:: not taking my laptop with me and my celly doesn’t work in foreign lands…there will be a lack of updates until my return in about a week. No tweets, no bloggy-blogs, no Facebook. I’m scaring myself. Anyway – don’t worry about me is all I’m saying. I shall return. Hopefully more tan and with a higher alcohol tolerance.

    While I’m away I encourage you to vote for my blog! I need help. I’m straight slippin’.

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    Houston, we have a babbler.

    Posted 15 Feb 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
    Category Abigail, baby business

    All of a sudden, since Friday…Abby’s begun what I assume to be a life-long skill. LONG WINDED BABBLING. She IS a girl. And I have been known to talk faster than your average lady. My point being, MY BABY IS A TALKER.

    She’s mostly making sounds like AAAOOOAOAOOOO and AHHHHHHLLLLLLLL and BUUOOOOOWWWWWW…but they’re noises and she’s so obviously trying to talk that it makes me laugh every time. SO, basically…in a week she’s laughed for real and started “talking.”

    We leave for Mexico on Thursday. Without her.

    The thought of missing another big milestone is ripping my heart out. No webcams, no cell phones, no email or facebook to keep tabs on things.

    I’ve already whispered in her ear to lay off the growing up until mommy & daddy get back. Think if I repeat it enough she’ll heed my plea?

    Yeah, I didn’t think so.

    I’m TOTALLY not getting pregnant now!

    Posted 12 Feb 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
    Category baby business, motherhood, not so much

    I’m not gonna lie, this post is totally TMI. So if you don’t want to hear about lady business, just skip right over this and carry on.

    Earlier this week, I finally sent an email to John the Midwife regarding my hair loss and seemingly endless visit from Aunt Flo. I know I haven’t talked about it much (because…um…EW) but yeah. Out of the last 9 weeks of my life, I’ve been bleeding about 6 of them. How awesome is that? I can barely be sarcastic about it because it makes me so crabby I’d like to rip my hair out…but I don’t really need to do that since it’s coming out in clumps ON ITS OWN.

    Anyway, this was his response:

    There can be spotting up to 4 months after insertion of Mirena but usually see it more with breast feeding. RN’s who take phone calls say it can be up to 6-8 months. One option maybe to try to stabilize the endometrium and stop the spotting by putting you on birth control for one or two cycles.

    Hair loss should not be in any way due to the Mirena. Some women on DepoProvera have this but the amount of Progesterone in the Mirena is very minimal and is absorbed at the uterine cavity and not systemic like an injection. You are not the first to comment on how much hair loss this is postpartum, but I personally try to avoid hair loss as a topic as much as possible.

    Call me if you want to try cycling with some birth control pills.

    I love John the Midwife. (You see, he’s bald…hence the avoidance of hair loss topics…)

    So…that’s that. We’re going to add a birth control pill on top of the Mirena. So now I’ll be SUPER INFERTILE for a couple months. I feel like I should be able to have some sort of superpower with my incredibly infertile self but when I think about the possibilities…well, I digress.

    And the hair loss. I’ve read enough on other boards and spoken to enough moms to know that this is normal. Although entirely shitty, completely normal. I’m taking more steps to try to keep what I have in place (shampooing less, wearing my hair down more, not wearing in a ponytail to bed). It really does make me tear up on a daily basis though. I used to be able to pull it back in a big messy bun on my head…and now I can barely even make a bun. I can actually feel the hair in my head come loose – it’s like the follicles are smaller and are sliding out of the root. I just keep chanting in my head “it’ll grow back, it’ll stop eventually, it’ll grow back” but in the meantime it’s depressing me more than it probably should.

    In other news – IT’S FRIDAY. Praise Jeebus!

    Things you forget when you’re a (temporary) SAHM.

    Posted 11 Feb 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
    Category other people are morons

    People can be effing rude.

    When you’re at home in your safe haven of stuffed animals, cooing babies and Days of Our Lives…you forget what complete jerks some people are.

    Example: While walking to an elevator bank, the elevator doors opened and 2 people walked inside. I started to hustle to catch the elevator, and the doors begin to close. Do either people inside attempt to hold the effing door? No. They watch and more than likely have a good subconscious laugh at the out of shape lady running frantically to catch the thing before the doors close completely.

    Now, I’m the girl that holds doors, helps an old lady and allows people to “cut” in front of her while driving. I’m a big fan of karma – I do nice for other people and nice things will happen for me in return. So, when assholes allow elevator doors to close in my face – you bet I’m half wishing that elevator accidentally drops a few floors before regaining control, forcing the occupants to walk around with pee pants for the rest of the day.

    And then I remember that I have to raise my daughter to try to be a nice person when you’re surrounded by douchebags. It’s not going to be an easy task. But I will. Because that’s the way I was raised. I was raised not to be an ass. And look how awesome I turned out!

    {pause for heads to nod in agreement}